The extraordinarily windy town of Luderitz. The travel books will tell you that it's a charmingly anachronistic Bavarian town which has changed little since being built near the turn of the last century, but that's bullshit. What it is is a rough and isolated port town, one which does in fact have a lot of old Bavarian-style buildings still in use, a pretty Lutheran church and even a bakery which makes mediocre strudel, but that's about the end of it's Bavarianess. Unless you count the German drunks living, courtesy of Namibia's unique relationship with Germany as it's former colonizer, on the same sized dole as they'd draw if they were actually in Germany. Which buys a lot more beer than it would back home with plenty of money left over for rent, not a bad deal if you can handle the wind, the sand, the isolation, and the pseudo-uniformed people walking the streets at night with ill-defined intent and well-defined shotguns. Don't get me wrong - Luderitz fascinated me then and continues to do so now. I liked the place. But it's appeal for me lays mainly in it's isolation and crude eclecticism.